At noon, the sun was shining brightly.
Ye Qingtian wasn't having hot pot in the classroom this time; he was eating grilled skewers.
Quite a few people came to ask for his autograph, but Fatty Wang blocked them all.
"Boss, I've heard that Qin Bafeng has left the infirmary, and I feel he's up to no good for you." Fatty Wang said seriously.
"Hehe, you guessed pretty well, you fat fool." Qin Bafeng, sitting in a wheelchair, was pushed into Class One by a lackey.
Ye Qingtian ate a skewer, glanced at him, and said, "It's time to settle things between us."
At that moment, Qin Bafeng suddenly broke Chen Mo's arm with a stick.
"Oh no, Ye Qingtian from Class One, is hitting people!"
"Not only bullying honest people but also attacking the disabled."
Qin Bafeng and his lackey Chen Mo started to howl.
"Boss, these two bastards are slandering you! You run, I'll hold them off here." Fatty Wang said.
Ye Qingtian leisurely handed Fatty Wang a skewer.
